And now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves.
Eleven’s Hour is over now. The clock is striking Twelve’s.
It’s the final day of festivities and trees throughout the land are coming down. Despite all the lights being relegated to lofts and garages, we’re more than halfway out of the dark. And in typical Twelfth Night fashion, there’s a party going on at K Towers.
The caretakers are having an evening off, there are some rock-n-roll-type teen girls screeching around the corridors and an even-screechier redhead is looking for the swimming pool.
Also in typical Twelfth Night fashion, all the guys are dressed up as gals: it was Andy’s idea; Mez has been rehearsing for the past eight months, and Alex has, unfortunately, yet to project his clothes hologram onto our visual cortexes. Meanwhile, K editor, Christian Cawley is doing his best Malvolio impression (you should see his tights), Nick is flicking his hair back and forth so much Will Smith’s daughter would be envious, and Becky is dressed as Captain Jack Harkness. Nobody asked her to do so, but you don’t argue with Becky.
But in amongst the joys of the Drunk Giraffe, it’s time to reflect. Twelfth Night isn’t just a time and place and relative dimension to look forward to, appropriately, the Twelfth Doctor; we have to look towards the past.
An era has come to a close and a new one beckons.
Retreating to a quiet corner, unhindered by Brian’s – shudder – twerking, where the lights are low and “I Can’t Decide” plays in the distance, we have to consider the past year.
2013 was good. The 50th anniversary of Doctor Who, and everyone’s favourite show took over telly. Quite apart from the ground-breaking Day of the Doctor special, screened in 3D across cinemas worldwide, we had An Adventure in Space and Time, which brought a tear to the eye of many as David Bradley (playing William Hartnell playing the Doctor) grabbed hold of the mantelpiece and admitted, “I don’t want to go.” Soon after, even glass eyes began watering profusely as the First Doctor gazed across the TARDIS console to see the Eleventh Doctor.
We’ve also had The Science of Doctor Who, with Professor Brian Cox explaining how Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS is actually scientifically correct. Then there was Matthew Sweet’s excellent overview, You, Me, and Doctor Who. Plus all the radio specials! And the official Celebration! And the merchandise!
And Series 7! Let’s not forget the evil excellence of the Great Intelligence, the Old God, Skaldak, the Crooked Man, the Time Zombies, Mrs. Gillyflower and her ‘sweet’ husband, and those dastardly Cybermen.
Hopefully, Kasterborous has guided you along the way, like any trusty companion. Over the past fortnight, we’ve been throwing a plethora of features at you, covering many-an-era, but over the past twelve months, we’ve given you thousands of articles. This is all down to our brilliant contributors, be them currently twerking, scribbling ‘Pex Lives’ on a wall, or misquoting “some are born great…”
But it’s also down to you, faithful reader. Thanks for sticking with us. You just wait for what we’ve got in store for you in 2014.
So on this Twelfth Night, take a moment or two to reflect on how the Doctor Who universe has, like the Great Intelligence, expanded, but also what we have lost.
Yes, 2013 was good. Not everything was great though. You know what I’m talking about.
And this is when our collective bow ties get just a bit too tight. We’re looking forward to Autumn and a new face for that ancient Time Lord. But here’s a tip of the fez, of the Stetson, of the tricorn to Matt Smith. We will always remember when the Doctor was you.
Thank you, Raggedy Man.
We let our bow ties fall to the floor, and sadly saunter into the night, as the music plays on.